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[jackhkeynes]

Barruèc

excerpt in translation from 1997 work Barruèc by Ambrosian author Roger Cusallas.

Y castel es gran. L'es tojorn tars dec Yam Mott parsou ig gent veln le targr, e candon Halinne lour beut bonjorn il faun cortiseç e sourey eð exeunt. The castle is big. It's always clean because Uncle Mott pays people to clean it, and when Halinne says hello to them they bow and smile and move on.

Parveg ða i se ren invisibr i vil lou sevir; i n'a alcun pretension vars spionnaç ben lorry secret jamay descondr, pu scey uncos consolant ny viscr de collocq entr hom crescuð. Sometimes when she's invisible she follows them; she doesn't mean to spy and would never tell their secrets, but there's something soothing about the murmur of adult conversation.

Ny castel luy scey un quil pille yon i poð ðalleyar dessur com un stelmarin lon meðes un ortegl porrujonnant doutr y tarm. In the castle she has a soft bed on which she can spread out like a starfish without a toe sticking over the edge.

Tras sy fenestr poð i y havan eð y stivadour ag ci quarf veir, dessou alcot aðief por i pos apen y visaç la reconnoscr. From her window she can see the harbour and the people on the docks, so far down she can hardly distinguish the faces.

Cant Halinne sta ivan i poðe gringlar tras sy fenestr e lor cair par pog pie vars arp. When Halinne was little she could tumble out the window and fall a couple of feet onto grass.

Yam Mott am moneð, lon digr, pu i nel jamay oc faïr a plaç de Halinne. Uncle Mott likes money, of course, but he'd never choose it over Halinne.

A sgart calscon i nil jamay deïr l'ig trianç commettr, dec Halinne nil ceu rien taussar. In any case he'll never have to make the choice, because Halinne will hardly cost anything.

[erigold13261]

I talked about this guy a few times, but I finally got around to giving him his own full reference sheet! Time to officially meet Viscre!

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@viscr | cont.

      Being assumed a fool, blind and deaf both, sometimes certainly had it’s perks. He’s not intentionally playing on it, but it made people underestimate you. And it made people forget things. Most of the time, however, it’s downright irritating — as is this guy. Doesn’t take a genius to figure out he’s hiding. There’s a familiarity that bugs the hell out of him, something so plain obvious he cannot see it. 

      It bothers him more than the fact they are getting shot at. That’s a daily occurrence, after all, and he doesn’t worry about it in the slightest. If anything, it’s a minor annoyance, eyes scanning around for the sniper while he thinks.

            “Don’t think a lil’ trust’d work out for ya, y’know, while ‘m coverin’ your hide?”

[venimbise]

“Don’t bullshit me.”

3 LITTLE WORDS... i think | ACCEPTING

          “ Oh? It must be nice to believe that . “

   Her voice is a taunt, and even when backed into a corner, her gun out of reach, she oozed mockery. They image of cold calculated grace, clearly no regard for her own safety and instead more content teasing the grizzled old war hero. She leaned against the wall almost with an amount of casualness as she kept the gaze of his visor, no intent of showing weakness. Her lips curl into a smirk.

       “ Go ahead, if you dont believe me, call my bluff “ 

[maryxglz]

Happy Birthday Tom Hiddleston

Artwork by viscre / @lokigodmeow /  @yk_R3 / lyasmind /

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[tomhiddleslove]

Created by viscre.

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[rcmedy-blog1]

continued from here | @viscr

He frowns; eyebrows crunching together in spite of the other’s assurance that he had no broken bones. Lúcio wasn’t blind, he was a SUPPORT, damn it ! He may not have a doctor’s degree like Mercy or be as close to everyone like Ana but he KNEW when somebody was hurt.

Sure, 76 was a SUPER SOLDIER, he’d probably heal fast enough for it to be of no real danger but it was still his JOB to heal his team members.

“ I know you are, but it wouldn’t feel right to leave you without doin' anything to help.”

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              “ tell me they are alright... “ 

                       as the dust settled, there was a moment of                        panic. who knew how many innocent lives                         lie taken just beyond is line of sight. 

              “ tell me there is still time to save them. “  

x. viscr

[erigold13261]

Inktober 2019 Day 23: Ancient

I was just drawing and then figured it actually did fit today’s Inktober prompt, what a pleasant surprise!

[erigold13261]

🏀,🌙,💗,🌷

(I’m gonna pick randomly from my OCs since you didn’t specify ^^)

🏀 Does your OC have any skills that people wouldn’t expect them to have? Do they have a hobby or pass time that others would consider strange or weird? How did they learn this particular skill or pick up this hobby?

Hysfix- Even without hands, this spirit is a very good craftsperson. They like making sculptures and other physical objects. Only the beings close to them know that they can create though. And they learned through the eyes of their followers.

🌙 What are some of your OC’s favourites? Favourite food, colour, season, stuff like that! Give some general simple facts that tend to get overlooked!

Eve Subulata- They love summer time and the refreshing taste of coconut milk. They don’t need to eat as much as others because they are a cactus, but when they want something to eat they really like eating dried bugs like roasted crickets or even those lollipops with bugs in them. They don’t actually have a favourite color but they love any color Fifi decides to wear that day!

💗 Ramble a bit about this character!

Sam Stressball- This was one of my first OCs I put on Tumblr and even though I don’t use him much, I still love. He’s a stress doll that lives in the forest away from society making small simple toys to sell. He really likes the peace and quiet that comes with the nature around him but still hangs out with Geo when the both need some company. Sam does not do well mentally in big crowds which is why he isolates himself from others so much.

🌷 How much effort does your OC put into their looks? Do they care much about how they’re dressed or what their hair looks like or are they not bothered? Could they be considered a snob or a slob?

Emi- She puts a lot of time and effort into her looks. Not for others, but because she loves to feel at her best before she goes on the hunt. Though, what she thinks looks nice will not be the same to others. She keeps her hair neat and clothes crisp, but doesn’t mind blood spatters or small chucks of flesh that might be on her. The mortals around her fear her too much to think about how clean she is. For spirits, Hysfix doesn’t care how Emi wants to look but will help her if she wants to change, but Viscre thinks she can get too messy and should take much more care of her wardrobe when hunting.

[jackhkeynes]

4m Fevruer

First few paragraphs from L’Étranger, by Albert Camus. The original French may be found here. An audio recording of the below can be found here.

L’oc jorn, mama es mort. Ben parcanç hier, jo saif noc. Lonc y parol campaner meyon receut dell’edifiç : .maðr partið. .a sevelir souscen. .humour condolendessem. L’ig signfy rien, alor. L’oc pos star hier.

L’edifiç a hom veil se situ a Goday, a novant stadion de Damvað. Jo montaray sur y vectoir l’hour dou e j’hiembray l’edifiç ag ralley. Cossy jo farray surveil toð y nogt e soulor y repaðr tardessem a souscen. J’ay dou jorn crous rovað de my caf e stant y contingent i poðe noc m’en privar. Toð mod i parisce noc allagr, donc j’ay dit meðes : “A mey la n’es falt.” ; i n’es respos. Apres j’ay saut noc deïr le digr. Luy val y sorc me beudar, a loy. Lon hoir i le farra souscen doutr, candon i me verra a cordogl. Oy meðes, tout es un poy com si mama no sey mort. Posc nos arreu le sevelið, malgrað, i sera un affer prent, oc a digr robað d’un accostur reallessem.

Jo so montað sur y vectoir l’hour dou. Caye magn calt. J’ay repasc fait ag tarn cas Celest, par usual. Casc gent ayen tendreç bempart por mey, e Celest a me dit : “O n’a maðr for l’un.”. Cant jo parte, il aun me colluïð vars y port. Jo so hastað com picq n’y fugnt complir, car all’hour final me fale pausar cas Emmanuel por i me prest y capel plat e manc neir. Sull’eyam follau y sougl deur plusour monð.

Jo so cors fin a pie mettr ag vectoir. L’oc hast, l’oc porsief meðes, fus accougl certan coll’eç rouð peyaçant, oc puð a foyail montant, no dign oc lumner rebondiscent dy rout e dy ciel, desig tout j’ay m’assovið. A mesur dy sojorn pres enter so jo dormið. Cant apres j’ay sveilað, jo sta pressað a cost d’un soldart ; luy a m’entrovað a souriar si j’er venuð de lontan. Jo n’ay dit for : “Vray.”, desirant besogn plu aïr de parolar.

L’edifiç es a just trey stadion dy bourg. J’ay y camin follað a pie. J’ay bel desirar mama veir direct, y porter ay me dit ig paravant fale jo rajogn con y surveilour. Dec i no sta ancour pront, j’ay l’attis un moment. Durant ig y porter a me roulað e soulor, jo so vas y surveilour encontrar ; l’a me receut ne sy scrittoir. L’es segr mogn de cavel gris, coll’insign martial sur tabr. L’a me sgardað profont d’ogl mar. All’ig nos eu man pognað, luy mell’un tenent lontemp aðief por ig jo saveus noc le recovrir.

Apres, l’a y summer avant leit eð a dit : “Domn Morsaut venoy all’oc edifiç deur trey annað. Sy redon enter foy de vous.”

Jo creye i me blasma uncos e j’ay me mis a luy explanar, pu l’a m’interront.

“Vos deyeð noc raçon forgar, bon pavr. J’ay y narrað leit de vostr y maðr ; vos poðeð noc le fornir ig seyon recas. Luy fale un hom por le curar, eð untal joun ant untal empley n’a saler y hautessem. Toð cas final, i sta lonc luy meðes fort allagressem ac.”

J’ay dit : “Oc, surveilour.”

L’es continuað con : “Vos comprenð l’au eç bon amig, eç gent de sull’eld con ig i poðe amanç communal aïr, ci d’autr annað. Vos soð joun demay e l’aus star annoyað con vous soul.

Cossy sta l’ig. Candon i hamta cas mey, mama passa ci hour ne me gazant lon viscr. Atorn y preu semman all’edifiç, i plora cos frequent. Pu just mama n’au ancour s’ig habituað. Posc plusour monð, i fos plorað si l’er emmenað dell’edifiç. All’oc, tant, a i s’habituað. Por ig parmy n’ay jo apen le vis a mesur dell’annað derran. E tant dec le veir usaus my Sol enter ; lon ig contenent, y defy por y vectoir hiembr, y moneð contar, eð y dou hour fallent ag sojorn passar.

Y surveilour a ancour me parolar, pu jo luy dona plu magn cur. Soulor l’a me dit : “Or, jo figur ig vos veleð desirar vostr y maðr veir ?”

J’ay me leyað lon alcun respos e l’a me menað vars y port. Y ci scagl descendent, l’es lançað all’explanation.

“Nos eu le fis ne nostr y picq mortuer. Por ig ci autr n’ain angoist may. Candon casc edifiçour fol y sougl, ci autr dienn tis par dou ben trey jorn. Certan l’ig forc novel trevagl por toð gent.”

Nos eu un gardin trasað oyon la sta magn segr veil, dignt a picq cougl. Il son tait tandic nos approismau. Portant, reðr nous, lour y collocq son relançað. Il sceusn apparir com parrochet cloistað, sou manton gros. Y surveilour es stoppað avant y port d’un picq immoubr.

“Ac vos laisc jo, Segr Morsaut. Si vos fal uncos de mey, vos porreð me trovar ne my cambr. Nos suggereu vostr y maðr sevelir l’hour deg all’aubon. Nos creyeu vos farray surveil jusc ig cossy, com vos vouð desirar. Uncos final : vostr y maðr, lonc sull’amig, a parið y desir declarar an seviel religious. J’ay l’eç tal en arrancað, pu jo desira vos en addocir.”

J’ay graç luy dar. Mama, a loy de star atheos, n’aye un cogtaçon soul pos a religion sy við enter.